Chapter 8 Drunkenness Purchase

The world is vast and full of wonders, and Ye Shikai had somehow come to his own wife's company by some fluke. Su Qingyu never expected that the person An Lan had mentioned would be Ye Shikai, and now the two looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Ahem," Su Qingyu coughed lightly, sitting in her office chair with a somewhat indifferent gaze at Ye Shikai, her expression still icy cold. Having mixed in the business world for many years, she'd long learned to remain unruffled in the face of tumult, unfazed even if Mt. Tai were crumbling before her.

"Wow, what a coincidence, wife." Ye Shikai was the first to break the awkward silence.

"Don't call me wife here at the company. And furthermore, although I don't know how you got in, please have more self-respect in the future and do not publicize this," Su Qingyu admonished. It must be said, Su Qingyu was quite the iron lady when it came to company and career; she kept business and personal matters separate.

Ye Shikai hadn't expected Su Qingyu to flip so fast. She had seemed quite caring when they were at the cemetery that morning, so why had she reverted back to her old self? Similarly, Ye Shikai was somewhat displeased with Su Qingyu's tone just now. Even though their agreed-upon marriage term was only a month, he was still her husband at present. It was clear she was worried about her reputation being affected by him. But, probably in the whole world, there couldn't be another couple who had just married and were already giving each other the cold shoulder, while every other newlywed couple was affectionate and inseparable.

"Wife, why do you talk like that? It really hurts your husband's feelings," Ye Shikai said, forcing a smile even though he was a bit annoyed.

"Ye Shikai, I'll say it again, you can't call me that here in the company. Don't think that just because my dad thinks highly of you that you can act recklessly. If you can't accept this, then leave." After making her point, Su Qingyu no longer looked at Ye Shikai and bowed her head to inspect the documents. At this point, Ye Shikai's face slowly darkened as well, and the forced smile that had been on his face solidified. Although Ye Shikai didn't come from an illustrious family background, he was a proud man. He'd always been dominant from his youth, none of his male classmates had ever dared to defy him. Later, after becoming the Netherworld King, he was even more dominant, a powerhouse in both Europe and Africa. When had he ever been looked down upon by a woman?

"I understand." Ye Shikai said with a grim face, his tone lacking the previous warmth and cheerfulness, turning exceedingly cold. Since Su Qingyu refused to give him face, why should he insist on sticking around? He closed the office door with a bang.

Without asking An Lan for leave, Ye Shikai left the building straight away. He had already decided that he would leave this place after a month. Whether or not he would return to Netherworld Palace, he didn't know. He had grown somewhat weary of that lifestyle, roaming around the neon-lit cities, he felt he didn't belong here, and at that moment, he felt abandoned by the entire world.

In a luxurious manor in Country F, a woman dressed in white looked up pensively at the moon through the window, as if she melded with the bright moonlight, that woman was Moon God Ji Qian. On a massive screen in the living room, there were various live scenes from Ye Shikai's life—home, on the streets, in the company... As the woman watched these images, "For this woman, is it worth it?" she mused, her expression becoming grave and reluctant.

Night fell, but for the bustling nightlife famed city of Yanjing, the night was just starting. Neon lights shone as bright as day. Ye Shikai was feeling depressed and in a bad mood. He entered a bar called Dark Night. Ye Shikai had heard of this bar from the girls in the public relations department; it was very famous throughout Yanjing, and the bartenders' cocktail-making skills were exceptional.

"Beautiful, a bottle of vodka, and a bottle of whiskey." Alone at the bar, Ye Shikai took the bottles and poured them straight down his throat, startling the barmaid. This guy was so daring, drinking such strong liquor in such a manner. It wasn't long before two bottles were downed, and Ye Shikai's face turned slightly red. He hadn't drunk so freely in a long time. He remembered back when he was in the Dragon Teeth special forces, after every victorious battle, he would drink with his brothers, also guzzling down baijiu directly. Those days were hard but fulfilling, too bad they could never return...

Ye Shikai ordered a few more bottles of vodka, chugging straight from the bottle. Suddenly, a slender hand reached out in front of him, "Handsome, this drink's on me." A seductive woman handed her glass to Ye Shikai, "This drink is called 'Forget Sorrow,' it's mixed from over a dozen strong liquors. Do you dare to drink it?" The woman smiled subtly, captivating Ye Shikai with her charm. This woman could be considered an unparalleled beauty, and her expression might ensnare countless men's hearts.

Taking the glass, Ye Shikai lifted it and drained it in one go. Faced with the woman's provocative seduction, he felt somewhat irritated. Su Qingyu's words earlier had struck at Ye Shikai's pride. He was haughty, so why should he fear a woman's challenge? The fiery liquor burned his throat; alcohol instantly stimulated his brain. At that moment, Ye Shikai felt as if he was floating in ecstasy, as if he could fly with just a tiptoe. Forget Sorrow truly made one forget sorrow. Rather than calling it a drink, it would be more apt to call it a drug.

Ye Shikai couldn't snap out of it for quite a while, pushing the previously painful memories to the back of his mind. Opening his eyes, he saw the seductive woman smiling coquettishly at him, sending a shiver down his spine. This woman was like a drug, one taste and you could never detach yourself from her.

After paying for the drinks, Ye Shikai turned to leave. "Hey, handsome, you planning to just walk away like that?" "I'm afraid you might eat me up," Ye Shikai responded without turning, giving a wry smile to the woman's somewhat melancholic eyes, and headed towards the main entrance.

"Hooligan, let go of me!" Suddenly, a scream reached Ye Shikai's ears. He looked in the direction of the sound to see a beautiful girl who looked like a college student surrounded by five or six thugs, while the other customers in the bar kept their distance, a look of fear on their faces.

Watching the lewd gazes of the thugs, Ye Shikai smiled bitterly. Who told him he was such a good person? As a thug's hand was about to touch the girl's chest, a robust hand suddenly appeared, firmly gripping the offending hand. "Buddy, it's not very nice for so many grown men to bully a girl, is it?"

"Who the hell are you, kid, daring to mess with Lord Gou?" The thug was furious. He strutted around these streets arrogantly, and the local folks dared not express their anger, let alone oppose him.

Ye Shikai laughed, "Lord Gou, that title suits you pretty well."

"You're asking for it, get him!" The thug shouted angrily.

"You're overestimating yourselves." In the blink of an eye, Ye Shikai disappeared from his spot, leaving everyone stunned. The next moment, the thugs were on the ground, moaning in pain. The previously arrogant thugs had all fallen in the blink of an eye, and the onlookers couldn't believe their eyes. Who was this man, and how was he so strong?

"Today I'll let you go. Scram." These thugs were mere ants in the presence of the notorious Netherworld King. Each member of the Netherworld Palace was a demon who killed without blinking, not something the local ruffians could hope to rival.

Watching the thugs beat a hasty retreat from the bar, Ye Shikai approached the girl, "Are you okay?" The girl seemed panicked as if she hadn't come back to her senses yet, "I'm fine, uncle."

Uncle... A line of frustration creased Ye Shikai's forehead. He really wanted to turn around and leave upon hearing this. The girl looked to be around twenty, but he was only twenty-five himself. Did he really look that old?